MidReal Story
Tickled Twilight: A Playful Prank
Scenario: Twilight Sparkle is tied up and tickled by her friends
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I was falling.
Falling from a great height into a rushing river of chocolate.
My body was sticky and gooey.
I could taste the sweetness on my tongue.
The world was upside down, and I was rolling and spinning helplessly down the chocolate river, which was threatening to suck me under.
Then I realized I was dreaming.
I woke up with a start.
It took me a moment to realize where I was, and that I was not in fact being sucked under a river of chocolate.
My mind was still hazy from sleep, but slowly the events of last night began to filter back into my brain.
I was having a sleepover with my two best friends, Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie.
We had baked cookies, watched movies, and done each other’s hair before heading off to bed for the night.
I looked around my bedroom, which was filled with magical trinkets and colorful decorations.
My bed was soft and cozy, and I had been looking forward to getting some much-needed rest after a long day.
The soft glow of my night light filled the room, casting everything in shades of purple and blue and yellow.
It helped me sleep at night, especially when it was dark and quiet.
Not that I had any trouble sleeping at the moment, not after falling onto my bed from so high up in the sky in my dream!
It wasn’t even close to morning yet, just a few hours before sunrise, but we had gone to bed early because we had all been tired from a long day of playing together.
We were going to sleep for a few hours and then wake up early to play some more before breakfast.
Tonight was going to be quiet and peaceful, just me and my two best friends catching up on some much-needed rest after a long week at school.
Or that had been the plan, anyway.
Suddenly the door burst open and Rainbow Dash came barreling into my room, followed by Pinkie Pie, who looked like she had been rolled in sugar then dragged through a candy store.
“Surprise!” they shouted in unison as they ran over to my bed and jumped in next to me.
“Ugh, what’s going on?”
I mumbled, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.
“It’s time to get up, sleepyhead!”
Rainbow Dash said, grinning.
“For what?”
I asked, yawning.
“We’re going to have some fun!”
Pinkie Pie said, bouncing up and down on the bed excitedly.
“It’s way too early for fun,” I groaned.
“We should be sleeping!Why are you even awake?”
“It’s never too early for fun!”
Pinkie Pie said, still bouncing.
“And we woke up super early so we could surprise you!”
Rainbow Dash added.
“Plus, we’re always awake before the sun comes up–you know that!”
“Yeah,” I said, smiling in spite of myself.
My friends were right.
We were always awake before the sun came up.
And it looked like tonight was going to be anything but quiet and peaceful.
I’m going to regret this, I thought as we all climbed out of bed and made our way to the center of my bedroom.
Sure enough, I was already starting to regret it.
Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie were standing in front of me, holding their hooves over their mouths and giggling furiously.
“Okay, what’s so funny?”
I asked, eyeing them suspiciously.
They stopped giggling for a moment, but I could see the mischief dancing in their eyes.
“Nothing’s funny!”
“We’re just really excited to have some fun!”
Pinkie Pie said, grinning.
I shook my head.
I didn’t believe them for a second.
This is a bad idea, I thought.
But before I could say anything, Rainbow Dash leaned in close and whispered in my ear.
“We’re going to play a prank on you,” she said, grinning.
“But don’t worry–it won’t hurt a bit!”
And before I could react, Pinkie Pie leaped forward and tackled me to the ground, pinning my hooves down with hers and tickling me mercilessly.
I’m ticklish, so I started laughing almost at once, but it was hard to concentrate on anything other than the fact that my friends were tickling me and Rainbow Dash was advancing on me with a coil of rope in her mouth and a determined look on her face.
I tried to get up, to squirm away, to break free of Pinkie’s grasp, but she was much stronger than she looked.
And much faster than I was, too, because while I was still struggling to get free, Rainbow Dash had already pounced on me and started wrapping me up in the rope.
I tried to use magic to teleport away, to escape, to do something, anything to get away from them, but the enchantments in my room were too strong.
There was no way I was getting away this time.
I knew what was coming next, and I didn’t like it one bit.
“Stop it!”
I shouted, trying to struggle free of the ropes that were already binding my legs and wings.
“You can’t do this!Let me go right now!”
The more I struggled, the tighter the rope got, until at last there was nothing left to do but lie there and let them tie me up.
Rainbow Dash’s magic was strong and colorful, just like her mane, and her ropes twisted and twined around my legs and wings in intricate patterns before coming together at the base of my tail to bind them all together.
Pinkie Pie’s magic was strong, too, and her ropes wrapped around my body like a cocoon before finishing their work by wrapping around my mouth to keep me quiet.
I squirmed and struggled against the ropes as best as I could, but it was no use–they weren’t going anywhere.
“Stop it!”
I shouted around the gag they had placed over my mouth.
Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie stepped back from me, their faces beaming with pride as they admired their handiwork.
They had tied me up good and tight–I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon!
“No more tickling!”
Rainbow Dash said, grinning.
“But you haven’t even started yet!”
“You’re right,” Pinkie Pie said, grinning just as widely as Rainbow Dash was.
“Twilight is super-ticklish, you guys,” Rainbow Dash said, with a mischievous gleam in her eye.
“She’ll laugh so hard she might not be able to stop!Wouldn’t you like to see that?”
“I know I would!”
Pinkie Pie shouted.
“I’m going to tickle her too!
It’s going to be so much fun!Let’s do it, let’s do it, let’s do it!”
She pounced on my bed, bouncing up and down giddily with excitement.
I tried my best to wriggle free of the ropes, even though I knew it was no use.
Maybe if I could get them off of me before they started tickling me, I could get out of this!
But Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie were prepared for that, and they quickly surrounded my bed so that I couldn’t roll off of it or squirm away.
“No more tickling!”
I shouted, as loudly as I could around the gag that Pinkie Pie had placed over my mouth.
I wanted so badly to use magic to pull it off, or at least shrink it somehow, but it was no use–the enchantments in my room were too strong.
Rainbow Dash was hovering over me, grinning from ear to ear as she brandished the coil of rope she’d brought with her.
Pinkie Pie was bouncing back and forth on my bed, laughing and giggling with delight at the prospect of what was about to happen.
I tried to beg them not to do it, or at least ask them not to tickle me too much, but the gag over my mouth muffled the sound of my voice.
All that came out was a muffled squeak, and then I saw Rainbow Dash’s rope come flying at me.
It was bright and colorful, just like the ropes she had used before, and when it landed on my chest, I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Then, almost at once, I started laughing, because the rope felt just like fingers running up and down my chest, tickling me everywhere I went.
The sensation was unbearable–it was all I could do not to burst into hysterical laughter as soon as the rope touched me.
But instead of running away or squirming free or teleporting myself away, I did something much more foolish instead: I begged them for mercy.
“No more tickling!”
I shouted, as loudly as I could around the gag.
“Please stop, you guys!I can’t take it anymore!I’m going to burst into laughter!Please stop!Oh please oh please oh please!”
The more I begged for them to stop tickling me, the more they seemed intent on doing it.
Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie were a blur of motion above me, and all I could do was lie there and laugh helplessly as they ran their fingers all over my body and tickled me everywhere they could think of.
It seemed like every inch of me was ticklish–my sides, my belly, my underarms, even the bottoms of my feet–everywhere they touched made me laugh helplessly, until at last there was no more laughing left inside of me.
